I walked into my pink and green bedroom. My mom and I painted it this summer. I had sketched out how I wanted each wall to look and where furniture. The thing is, my room is unique because I designed it myself. I love to draw and paint, so why not use the talent on my room? Mom says I should be an architect, but I told her that I was made to be an artist. An architect doesn’t really paint their work, so I wouldn’t like that very much. I would love to enter an art contest, not for the prize. I’d want the judges’ feedback and thoughts on my work. I would just like to see how others do better and worse, and how I could improve.
My school has advanced art club every Tuesday and Thursday before school. They’ve also got another club for beginners, but I moved up to advanced because of my skills. Yesterday at art club, we worked on shadowing. We learned that the shadow depends on where the sunlight is coming from. There can either be a long and skinny shadow, one that’s short and fat, or a shadow about the same size as the object. The teacher also taught us how to shade, depending on the angle of the shadow and sun. She said some parts of the object should be lighter than others.
All of my friends and I met up at the library to do a project for school. We had to construct a poster with a few drawings and a report on the United States flag. My friends, of course made me do the drawings. Our teacher let us do some work on it in class today, so I finished two out of three drawings. That meant I only had to do one more and paste it on our poster. We researched a few things about the history of the flag and typed up the report.
When I got home for dinner, mom eagerly handed me a flier. I saw the words Art Competition, and immediately started to read more. I could feel mom’s eyes on me, and she was waiting for me to finish. When I put down the paper she saw my sense of excitement. I ran to the calendar and swiped a pen out of the drawer. To show mom I wanted to enter, I wrote ART COMPETITION on the 25th of October
Taylor G. LA 1-2
I walked into my pink and green bedroom. My mom and I painted it this summer. I had sketched out how I wanted each wall to look and where furniture. The thing is, my room is unique because I designed it myself. I love to draw and paint, so why not use the talent on my room? Mom says I should be an architect, but I told her that I was made to be an artist. An architect doesn’t really paint their work, so I wouldn’t like that very much. I would love to enter an art contest, not for the prize. I’d want the judges’ feedback and thoughts on my work. I would just like to see how others do better and worse, and how I could improve.
My school has advanced art club every Tuesday and Thursday before school. They’ve also got another club for beginners, but I moved up to advanced because of my skills. Yesterday at art club, we worked on shadowing. We learned that the shadow depends on where the sunlight is coming from. There can either be a long and skinny shadow, one that’s short and fat, or a shadow about the same size as the object. The teacher also taught us how to shade, depending on the angle of the shadow and sun. She said some parts of the object should be lighter than others.
All of my friends and I met up at the library to do a project for school. We had to construct a poster with a few drawings and a report on the United States flag. My friends, of course made me do the drawings. Our teacher let us do some work on it in class today, so I finished two out of three drawings. That meant I only had to do one more and paste it on our poster. We researched a few things about the history of the flag and typed up the report.
When I got home for dinner, mom eagerly handed me a flier. I saw the words Art Competition, and immediately started to read more. I could feel mom’s eyes on me, and she was waiting for me to finish. When I put down the paper she saw my sense of excitement. I ran to the calendar and swiped a pen out of the drawer. To show mom I wanted to enter, I wrote ART COMPETITION on the 25th of October